I bear witness to the ingratitude,
the selfish disdain of believing lies,
truth so tainted
a child would despise the very words,
about a loved one, so revered,
a lifetime of support now smeared
by vindictive falsehoods.
Why am I surprised,
to hear those thought allies,
fall to the negative side of perspective,
and trust outlandish lies,
rather than the words of a parent,
a stalwart of their lives,
now seen as the betrayer.
How easily hurt is administered,
a cold heart with issues the perpetrator,
for some vane reason of self-empowerment,
the destruction of relationships,
the decimation of restraint,
blame, the course of a heart burdened by guilt,
displacement the issue.
I see children now adults,
like children in stance,
against a parent many times their saviour,
yet they believe lies
rather than sympathise with truth,
which has not been sought or verified before judgement,
listening to the dark motivations of one soul, lost.
Why some people hurt, just because they can,
is far beyond my comprehension,
and like moths to a flame,
those of the darkness gather,
ready to hurt, side with lies,
rather than know truth,
and this to me, speaks more of their quality.